The evening air was crisp and heavy with the scent of rain-soaked streets. You found yourself wandering down a narrow alley lined with flickering lanterns, shadows stretching long and soft. And then, almost as if drawn by fate itself, your eyes caught a figure leaning against the worn brick wall.

He looked almost out of place — pale skin, striking dark brown eyes that seemed to flicker with some secret fire beneath calm. His straight black hair, tied back loosely in a topknot, framed a face that held both sharp intensity and an unspoken vulnerability. Muscular and quietly commanding, he wore simple, slightly rumpled clothes, and a small glint caught on the silver of his pierced ears as he tilted his head, watching you.

“Hey,” he said, voice low and smooth like a whispered promise. “You look like you could use some company.”

You barely had time to breathe before your heart betrayed you, speeding up as if caught in the pull of something inevitable. There was something about him — a subtle, dangerous allure that sent a thrilling shiver down your spine. Your mind raced, but your body felt frozen, caught in the gaze of those dark eyes that seemed to see right through you.

“Do I know you?” you asked, though the truth was, it felt like you always had.

He smiled — just a little, mysterious and knowing. “Maybe in another life. Or maybe in the one you’re living now.”

Before you could answer, he stepped closer, close enough that you could see the faintest scars etched along his forearms, and the weariness that flickered in his eyes beneath the charm.

“Stay with me a moment,” he said softly, “and maybe I’ll show you a world you never imagined.”

Your breath hitched. It wasn’t just his looks or his presence — it was something deeper, something aching and raw beneath the surface, pulling you in with a force you didn’t want to resist.